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1d
What can one do
when forced to stay
inside but cry?

We are not products
on a shelf, nor should we
bid our lives.

What was fades
away,

unfortunate designs
disrupt and take over.

Demeaning our right
to simple thought and
ancient way.

Remnants of old
kept in our hearts anew.

Looking at whatever
there is to judge,

whatever new awaits,
that which creeps.

Positively empty,
first to congratulate.

King of my highest
mountain.

More than lucky
stars will have been
thanked.

Hello being amused
not bemused by
mistakes.

So long
departures.
AydanL
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AydanL
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